The world to pride is ever a sealed book!
Now, to divine the world inanimate.
To nature’s bosom flying with my soul,
I thought to find a meaning in her voice.
I read the laws by which the heav’ns revolve.
My guide great Newton, through their shining paths.
Of crumbled empires o’er the dust I mused;
Rome saw me ’mid her sacred tombs descend;
Of holiest manes disturbing the repose;
The dust of heroes in my hands I weighed,